Mother, Yes! Ch. 02

Continuation from Part-1...

Previously, Sam had found a bunch of old DVDs in his basement, one of the cursed DVDs, featured his mother, Jenny, doing porn.

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Mother, Yes!

Chapter 02

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Sam scrubbed the cum off his legs with shaky hands, throwing the cum-soaked sofa covers into the washer. His mind revolted, fixated on his mother's face--her light pink, full lips struggling and stretching around those thick, throbbing cocks, her rosy cheeks bulging and distorting with every brutal thrust. Jenny's cum-smeared expression and her teary eyes flashed continuously in his head, a twisted replay of filth that he couldn't erase. He was desperate for more, he rummaged through the other DVDs, but just like the first, the rest were corrupted--cracked and dormant pieces of her dirty past he had stumbled upon.

"Shit!" he growled, throwing the last disc across the room. He cursed that one disc that had worked, cursed his own sick need to watch. He could have stayed clueless, never knowing about his mother's depraved history but now his innocence was shattered, and worse--he had jerked off twice to her getting fucked by those strange men, her moans rattling around in his head. Guilt chewed at him from inside, but his dick throbbed with twisted with a strange rebellious nasty joy.

He was exhausted after his morning sessions, so he stashed the DVDs under his mattress and collapsed onto his bed, drained both mentally and physically. His quick nap turned into a whole six-hour blackout. It was almost evening when he jolted awake to a sharp sound coming from the living room--his mother was home. His gut twisted inside him like a bitch, rumbling and shaking. How was he supposed to look at her now? This wasn't some casual awkwardness; it was a nightmare no one could ever prepare you for, the kind of shit that would drive a man to leap off a fucking roof.

Still, he managed to drag his ass up. He swapped his cum-crusted pants for clean ones, and crept into the hallway. But before he could get to the living room, a deep, slutty moan stopped him cold. His heart pounded as he edged forward and peeked around the corner. There she was--his mother, Jenny, sprawled on her back across the kitchen table, her painted toes curling in the air. Her red skirt was lying on the floor, and a burly man's head was buried between her thighs, slurping her up with loud and wet smacks. The next moment he must have did something special because it made her cry out, her legs clamping around his skull as she bucked against his face.

"She must think I'm not home," Sam thought with his pulse racing.

The man's meaty hands traveled up, groping her tits through her tight white blouse, pulling louder and sharper moans from her throat. Then with a savage yank, he ripped her shirt open, buttons exploded, pinging across the floor, then tore her bra down. Her heavy, juicy breasts spilled free, nipples stiff and begging for more. Sam's cock twitched violently in his pants, he couldn't tear his eyes away from the scene as his hand slid down, taking his cock out and brushing the slick tip of his erection, pre-cum oozed over his fingers, dropping down on the floor, lubing him up, but the scene paused just as he grabbed his dick.

The man stood up, dragging Jenny closer by her ankles. He kissed her on the lips in a feral kiss, her tongue lapping down her own pussy juices from his mouth with desperate hunger. After they were done kissing, she rose on tiptoes, half-naked in her shredded shirt, she picked up her skirt from the floor and strutted to the bathroom half-naked, hips swaying to taunt him and shirt hanging in shreds. Sam stood there like a fucking creep, cock in his hands, pants sagging around his thighs. Snapping out of it, he yanked them up and stormed to the bathroom door.

"Mom? That you?" he asked in a raised and unsuspecting voice.

"Sam!" Jenny's voice cracked with shock. "You're home? I thought you'd be at James's!"

"Nah, I didn't go," he muttered, shifting awkwardly.

He heard her scrambling, then the door swung open. She had ditched the torn clothes for a black bathrobe, her hair tousled, cheeks flushed. She had clearly changed her dressing plans the second she her his voice. Up close, her presence hit him like a punch--his erection softened instantly, he exhaled in relief. The last thing he needed was to pop a boner in front of her.

"What were you up to? Are you sick?" she asked, pressing a warm hand to his forehead. Her touch sent a shiver racing down his spine.

"I'm fine," he stuttered. "What are you up to?"

She dropped her hand and got flustered. "Oh, I invited a work friend for dinner," she said, brushing past him toward the kitchen. Sam trailed behind her, frowning. "What friend?"

There he was--the table guy, smirking like a smug prick, his erection was bulging out his pants. He was shorter than Sam, had broad shoulders, a beer gut, and a shaved face with sharp, asshole eyes.

"This is Olly," Jenny chirped, forcing a smile. "Our new creative director."

Olly jollied forward without any shame, extending a hand. "Hey, young man. How's it going?" His lips glistened--Sam could swear it was his mother's pussy juice coating them. His stomach churned as he shook the damp hand.

"Could be better," Sam grunted, eyes flicking to Olly's bulge.

"I'm glad I caught you. Your mom says you're into computers?" Olly planted his hands on his hips, casual as a normal visitor.

"Yeah, I dabble," Sam replied, his mind screaming. Those wet lips now speaking to him--had they just been sucking his mother dry?

"She's an artsy one you know," Olly said, plopping into a chair. "You should try art instead?"

"I don't like being told what to do," Sam snapped.

"Play nice, Sammy," Jenny chided softly.

"Yes, Mother," Sam defused and muttered, sitting across from Olly, who was now openly staring at Jenny's tits through the robe. Sam's fists balled up tight under the table.

"Dinner?" Olly asked, licking his lips.

"Yeah, we'll order in. Right, Sammy?" Jenny fumbled for the phone, her voice shaky.

"Whatever," Sam shrugged, pissed.

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Meat lovers' pizza showed up, the trio ate in suffocating silence around the table. Jenny sat beside Sam, Olly across from them, his sleazy ass kept throwing nasty looks at Jenny all throughout the meal. Sam shoveled the food down, counting the seconds until the sleazy bastard left. After the meal, Olly tried stalling with dumb questions, and Jenny played along, dragging out old paintings and sketchbooks to show off. Olly lavished and praised on every page, but Sam stuck around, refusing to leave them alone. Finally, Olly's mask slipped--frustration flashed in his eyes and he stood up abruptly, gave a curt goodbye, and then stormed out.

Sam sighed with relief. "Fucking creep," he whispered to himself then retreated to his room satisfied, leaving Jenny alone in the living room.

He sprawled on his bed, staring at the ceiling, wishing for the sleep to come, that he had traded in this afternoon. After a while, his eyes started drooping when another noise jolted him upright. He immediately got up, crept to the door, peering into the dark corridor. The kitchen and living room were dark and empty, but faint sounds leaked from his mother's room. Curiosity gnawed at him, overriding every instinct screaming at him to stop. He tiptoed to her door, where a sliver of yellow light spilled through the keyhole and the against his better judgment, he pressed his eye to it.

Inside, Olly sat on the bed, pants around his ankles, while Jenny knelt before him, fully clothed in the black robe from dinner. His meaty hands was gripping her head, jamming her mouth up and down his thick and veiny cock. It was brutal and airtight, her gags muffled as he fucked her throat raw. Sam's guts twisted--how was she breathing? Olly didn't give a shit, grunting as he skull-fucked her angrily.

"That fucking son of yours is a cockblock," Olly growled between thrusts. "I have never waited this long for a slut."

Jenny couldn't respond, her mouth was stuffed full, but Sam knew she'd defend him if she could. A burning rage brewed inside him. Olly sped up, yanking her hair in fistfuls, using her head like a ragdoll. "If he'd stayed one second longer, I'd have fucked you right in front of him," he growled, slamming deep. His legs shook as he blew his load into her mouth, then shoved her off like a discarded doll. She hit the floor hard, cum dripping from her swollen lips, eyes watering as she gasped for air.

Sam's cock betrayed him again, hardening at the sight of that filthy bastard's cum dripping down his mother's mouth. He pressed closer to the keyhole, transfixed.

"Don't talk about him like that," Jenny croaked, wiping her mouth.

"I'll say what I fucking want, you whore," Olly snapped and stood in front of her, towering over her, stroking his still-hard dick. "You remember our deal this weekend, don't you?"

She nodded, crawling forward like a starved animal and started licking his sweaty balls with desperate slurps. Sam watched her tongue swirl over the sweaty sack of the disgusting man, then after a few minutes, Olly's cock slowly softened. He grabbed her hair and dragged her away, then flopped onto the bed. Jenny spat out a stray pubic hair, her face was red and sour.

"About this weekend," she ventured weakly, "is it really necessary? Can we skip it?"

"You'd love that, huh?" Olly laughed harshly then raised his finger at her, "Listen bitch, this weekend. If you're even a minute late, and I'll drag you to your old boss and let him whip you into shape."

Her head sank in defeat.

Outside, Sam's hand had slipped into his pants without him realizing, his cock was slick again with pre-cum. He suddenly jerked back to reality, horrified, and yanked his hand free, disgust flooding over him.

"Gotta go--wife's waiting," Olly said, tugging his pants up and heading for the door.

Sam quickly bolted, sprinting through the living room and corridor, then into his room, crashing onto his bed. His mind spun all night. What the fuck was happening this weekend? Why was his mother so helpless? Was she in danger? Why was she letting this pig degrade her? But one thing was clear--Sam himself had to step up and find out.

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